A missed Valentine's, My favorite memory❤️

I have never been someone who believed in celebrating Valentine's Day. And this year, when I finally had someone special to celebrate it with, I chose not to and let the day pass quietly.

14th February always felt overrated to me.

Love, in my opinion, should not need a date on the calendar. But then life happens.

When I got into this relationship, I knew one thing, if I ever chose to celebrate love, it would be on 14th June. The day we met. The day that quietly changed everything. The day I will always be grateful for. The day that feels like it truly belongs to us.

Because that day would feel real. Not chosen by the world, but chosen by destiny.

They say, when something is meant to happen, it happens at the exact time it is supposed to. And this time it did.

A surprise from my love was supposed to arrive on the evening of 14th February. Due to some issue, it got delayed. And instead of the evening, it arrived at 15th midnight.

The door bell rang. Mom and I woke up in confusion, wondering who on earth could be at our door at that hour. I had no idea. No hint.

Until I realized, it was a surprise.

When I opened the gift wrap, there was a note inside.

“I love you, Romaji.”

And in that moment, my heart knew.

Because who else in this world calls me “Romaji” except my brother and sister? My sister's gift had already arrived. So this could only be one person.

My boy.

I don't know how to explain it, but somehow everything with him seems to fall into place, exactly the way I wish it to. I have never known a man as simple and pure at heart as he is.

Maybe that's what love really is.

And maybe, just maybe, the best surprises are the ones that come when you least expect them.

Iamm grateful for him, for us.

And now even for 15th February❤️

Love you my boy❤️

#NiRo